I was just thinking about myspace. I started thinking about the girls, and then was like unimpressed by how safe it all is now.
Some of those girls were crazy. Some of them I never met. Some I did. Some of those girls were crazy.
It was more dangerous then, I was more dangerous. It was crazy, I think about all those people and how it will never be crazy like that for me again because I don’t have that platform.
For a moment I was bummed, but still I sensed it was a good story. A story that’s over, but now I see the frame, the lens through which I can picture it.
Now looking back I see it as so wild. Shane’s there saying to me I should be projecting where the emo character went. And I’m saying he doesn’t get it – reality compound IS REALITY.
I play the businessman struggling for recognition, inexplicably tethered to a hipster DJ past. Myspace and the legend of the tigers penis calls me back.
The tiger penis gave me the power to reach all those kids and from that I mined experiences and life and an opportunity to be someone. Not some celebrity, as it was so often cast – but to just have a life.
That’s right, that’s a theme – in the quest for recognition and celebrity, we forget the true experience is to simply be amongst it.
That’s what it’s about. I become relevant as a musician by making myself relevant not only musically but socially in a broader sense of auckland and beyond. I can only use myspace as my experience of success in that area.
Now I do see it as a success.
But the idea I had was to dig up these people and act as if time had moved on from then.
Time has moved on for me. But to keep bringing in people . . . to start with the episode that this blog post began with, the girls . . . the craziness and the mystery of the tigers penis.
It gives me the opportunity to get those people to come and do a shoot with me. Maybe even become characters. To wonder after the tiger penis, only to wonder why it’s worth wondering about. We only wanted to recapture some of what was.
To have a girl you could text, and meet, evey other day. To be involved in some stupid local teenage drama . . .
Because I want my life to be like that, to have the option of adventure. It’s almost like I’m blowing on the ashes, trying to kick start the thing again. Once I do a dozen episodes, then it will start to get wider attention. They’ll start to come out of the woodwork.
And either they’ll be or not.
But what do I do with that narrative? Well at some point a step up to partying, and hobnobbing and various social stuff that will involve needing a crew and characters, that’s when I’ll want to build my roster.
It’s about entertainers and entertainment. Once absolved, thats all it is.
Eventually it may just evolve completely into the nice young ladies and kurb tv. I guess with my music, who knows?
I guess I would just be producing songs and DJing performances and any concept of the artist is not entirely relevant.
It’s a song I wrote, that appears in the videos I make. Or I’ll put out a new mixtape and that will have a little video sampler to introduce and accompany it.
Occasionally I might release a song I get really behind and frame within a video episode of RC presents nice young ladies or Kurb TV.
